Froddo cocked his head and smiled at me as I closed the door and I knew that my weekend was drawing to a close. Froddo is a dog, a brussel, and I secretly think that he’s either been pissed off or curious that I’ve been here this weekend.
I’ve just returned from the first New Zealand blogger’s conference, in Christchurch and was billeted into a lovely home in Lyttleton where two excitable brussels, a lovely quilting blogger from squiltz, and her lovely husband reside overlooking the port and hills. I’d taken over the teenage son’s bedroom while he was away for the weekend. I hope he doesn’t mind my long moulted girl hair on the floor and the remnants of Victoria’s Secret Mango Temptation spritzed across the room. I couldn’t have asked for a better place to stay for the weekend.
The weekend was a great success. Meeting other bloggers from around NZ who are on the same wavelength with an understanding of what blogging actually is and why we do it (which still sometimes elicits a tilted head reaction from strangers when you mention being a blogger; mouth agape and a bit of drool rolling down their chin when you try and explain the awesomeness and power of blogging). There was a lot of learning, a lot of laughter, a lot of creativity, a lot of coffee drinking and a lot of chin-wagging… so there was also a lot of listening to be done, too. I think I chewed enough gum during the week as a pre-jaw workout for all of the talking that happened to jump out of my mouth.
I got to meet the vivacious vixen from our tiny landscapes who had twisted my rubber arm via email to jump aboard and come on down. She happened to press all the right buttons; you know… laughing wildly at all the right times and telling me I was amazing. What a truly scrumptious darling! And I met a bunch of other fabulous woman who I wanted to package up and put in my suitcase to bring home so that we could have daily ‘coffee ‘n chat sessions’ about everything and nothing in particular.
And my oh my have I fallen in love with Christchurch… I absolutely adore the awesomeness that is arising through the rubble, born from adversity and just oozing positivity. If Christchurch was a man, I think I’d date him.
So to the darlings that planted the seed of the conference idea and nurtured it into the beautiful bloom, thank you for setting a great precedence for years to come! And I’m sure Froddo, along with his brother Domino are happy to once again have the undivided attention of their owners.